Sunday, March 18, 2018

Sunday Snippet: Consortium of Chaos

Ugh, what a week. The crazy weather has me completely out of sync and my sleep patterns are trashed. Here's hoping spring gets here and I find my footing again.

I missed Legends this week and need to catch up. Same goes for The Flash, Black Lightning, and Riverdale. Seriously, my head wasn't into it at all. Gotham is also still on my catch up list.

I did watch two more DVDs of Chicago Fire. I'm really loving season five, through every heartbreaking moment even. And, man, there's been a lot this season. LOL

Also up to episode six of Jessica Jones. Gotta say I'm pretty happy with how the season is progressing. It's good to get the backstory of Jessica became "super". I will say I'm not quite sure about Griffin, friend or foe? The whole engagement think might be a red herring, yeah?

Got to catch the latest Passionflix movie The Matchmaker's Playbook. Loved it! I'm excited for the next installment, especially with W. Tyler Johnson. While I enjoyed him in Afterburn / Aftershock, he truly rocked in Matchmaker. Now if they'd only cast a few of my other fave actors, I'll be thrilled to death.

That's it for television this week. Tonight's post is from Consortium of Chaos, a Chaos novella with a steampunk flair.

Here's the mini-blurb:

Remy Deeds never welshes on a bet, until she loses to Eli Rogers, who can't understand why she backs out. But a five minute kiss, with tongue, isn't something she wants to risk, because giving up her last pack of coffee is so much easier than possibly losing her heart.

And a preview snippet…

Esme listened intently when Ash related the tactics of Baron Morbid while eating his light meal. The stalling and outright ham handedness had most of the council scratching its collective head. Not even the studious Smithers had answers for how Mobride rose to power so quickly or how the man managed to maintain such a tight rein on the proceedings.
Ash didn't expect Smithers to have solutions, but sometimes he saw things at their simplest, which usually helped. The citizens needed advocacy and Ash did his best to make sure they had a voice. Smithers and Esme helped behind the scenes, knee deep in the trenches.
Esme, in particular, walked a fine line. A fringe noble by birth, she chose to work in the service class instead of living in genteel poverty. Her father, the musician laureate for the crown, didn’t come from money. He'd lived and raised two children on the stipend granted by the Ministry of Arts, which ceased to exist when the monarchy lost control.
His older son already lost to him, Hamish Von Staunton sent his daughter off to train as a pilot for the newly developed zeppelins, something that set the peerage on its ear. Once she completed her first year, Hamish ended his existence with an overdose of unrefined Olympus. Alone, Esme completed her training and Ash recruited her at the commencement.
Her piloting skills were not only handy for transporting goods and equipment; they provided a nice cover for their more covert activities. Namely, trying to stay abreast of what the common people went through. As a pilot, she became one of them and folks opened up to her.
She'd been busy today, browsing the shops and keeping an ear to the ground. She added her observations to the conversation.
"I'm telling you, the people are tired." She picked at the crust of bread on her plate. "Tired of worrying about where their next meal is coming from. Where their loved ones are. And how they'll make ends meet." She rose and gathered the remnants of their meal. "And they're more than tired at the lack of anything resembling progress since the fall of the monarchy." Picking up the plates, she made her way to the counter.
Smithers shot her a withering look, which she ignored. Things were never more right in the world unless she found a new way to needle him. Doing something he felt was his domain proved a great way to do that.
And it had been a shit day so she'd take a small measure of enjoyment where she could.
Dumping the dishes in the wash basin, she turned to head back toward the table but caught movement in the small window off to the side of the kitchen. Peering out into the darkness, she couldn't make anything out, but a short series of knocks followed by two thumps on the side entrance had her quickly moving to the door.
"Es, hold up." Ash shot to his feet, reaching for the blade tucked into his boot. "Okay, go."
Esme pulled the door open and the heavy weight of a man collapsed against her, almost dragging them to the floor. "Argh. Ash! Gimme a hand here." She caught the guy under his arms and tried to keep him upright.
I'm very excited to put this series together. With a total of four books, the progress is coming along nicely.

That's it for this week.



Sunday, March 11, 2018

Sunday Snippet: Choice to Make

March 11, 2018

Well… I'm coming off a bittersweet week. I got to spend my birthday with almost my entire family, which is terrific, but the reason not so much. We buried my beloved Gram on Wednesday and, being in Ohio, the weather ran the gamut from rain to snow to a sleet / hail mixture. Finally, the sun came out toward the end of the day.

Television had a good week. Legends had a great episode even if I can't quite decide if I actually like Damian's campy antics or if I really hate them. It's pretty much a toss-up.

Tuesday's shows are on my list to catch up on. The draining day left me with little to no brain power to watch television. The same goes for Riverdale on Wednesday.

I did catch Arrow and, as always, I enjoyed the episode. I rather like how they keep changing up the versions of Laurel. And having Roy back is always kick ass. I've missed him. I'm also interested in seeing how things play out with Dinah and Oliver. In all honesty, I'm a little on the fence about the Dinah character. Her thirst for vengeance isn't one I bought into, but I'll finish watching to see what happens.

I need to catch up on Gotham also. Totally forgot it returned at the beginning of the month.

Watched a little more of season five of Chicago Fire and still love the show. Looking forward to another DVD this week to see what else happens.

Started Jessica Jones this weekend and season two feels like it's going to be a wild ride. Can't wait to see what else the show has in store for me.

I'll be playing catch up on Murdoch Mysteries again, but I did see episode fifteen and thoroughly enjoyed.

That's it for television this week. Tonight's post is from Choice to Make, a novella that started as rewriting the ending to a favorite show.

Here's the mini-blurb:

Hallen and Will never get the timing right until the Fates step in and give them a chance. But each has a choice to make and cosmic irony may rear its ugly head… again.

And a preview snippet…

Will looked over the plan for seven individual settlements, trying to make sure they'd get it right.
Hallen watched the tension build in his shoulders. "Bold move. Leaving the tech behind." She entered the conference room and moved up beside him. "Worried about problems?" As if she couldn't tell.
His lips turned up. "When am I not?" The large chart disappeared into his hands as he rolled it up.
Her question had the desired effect of distracting him and she chuckled. "Good point." She eased up onto the table, taking the spot recently vacated by the settlement plans. "What tops your list?" She wanted to see his rigid posture relaxed… at least a little.
Will shoved the pages into a protective tube. "Right now? Everything is jockeying for number one." He sighed and shook his head. "Got a massive headache at the moment. So many things can go wrong."
Hallen reached out, grabbed his hand. "Look, the peace will hold. Survival trumps old rivalries." She squeezed his fingers. "I think we proved that on the way." Pulling him closer, her hands slid up to his shoulders. "And starting from scratch, learning from the past is hard, but everyone agreed this pristine, rugged wilderness needs careful study. Everyone." Her eyebrow lifted, because no one had expected a unanimous vote. "They all want to find a way to live in harmony with the planet. Balance growth with replenishment. Avoid what happened to the old world."
Will nodded. "I know you're right. That this is right." He touched his forehead to hers with a sigh.
Hallen reached up and cupped his face. "Then what? Something still has its teeth in you."
Will frowned. "We have a future to plan. I can't quite wrap my head around it."
Hallen smiled. "Damn right you do." She didn't notice her word choice, but she felt the weird vertigo vibe. The one making her feel out of step.
Will drew her close. "God, Hallen. We ran so long, fought so hard… finally being here… it's almost… anticlimactic."
She got it. And chalked up the strange, eerie feelings she'd had up to not having to look over their shoulders any more. It would take some getting used to.
Hugging him, she slid off the table. "Come on. Time to get started on that future you can't wrap your head around."
Will laughed. An honest, genuine laugh. Her heart warmed and she snagged his hand. Maybe they'd finally got their timing right.

I've got so many pieces of this one and need one long writing session to tie them all together. Fingers crossed I can make that happen in the near future.

That's it for this week.



Sunday, March 4, 2018

Sunday Snippet: Casting Spells (A Lantern Jack Short)

My incredible and awesome gram left the world at around 1AM this morning. She gave me the very best adventures while I grew up and I'm going to miss her something fierce. As she said the last time I had the chance to be with her, "It's no picnic getting old." But she aged with beauty and grace. Considering I'm pretty much the spitting image of her, I hope I have the same experience.

It was a pretty great week for television. Legends of Tomorrow had a great episode. I loved having Wally and Rip together for an adventure and the whole pirate scenario kicked ass. I'm always sad when the show gets nitpicked to death. That said, it's not perfect, but I like that it isn't.

I missed the new episode of The Flash, but I'll catch up soon. Black Lightning turned out a good hour. I like having more of the pieces and outing the new kid on the block to her parents ended up being way better than I expected.

Arrow broke my heart. This is still one of my very favorite shows and having the two teams battling each other kills me. I'm not sure where the whole Laurel storyline is going, but I'm interested in seeing how it plays out. I'm really excited to have Roy return even if he'll probably get tortured… again.

I'm almost finished with season four of Chicago Fire. Still pretty thrilled with the overall arcs of the characters and I loved Mouch and Trudy's wedding. I have a new DVD to watch tonight and then I think it's on to season five.

I finished the first season of The Punisher. Gotta say I thoroughly enjoyed it. The guy I actively wanted to die at the end is still kicking but I'm okay with that. The other one I wanted to see die a horrible death got what he had coming, so there's that. Here's hoping there's a season two.

I have to play catch-up with Gotham's newest episode. I'm also getting a few of my foreign shows lined up. Murdoch Mysteries and Marcella are on tap when I can find a few spare hours. Looking forward to both!

That's it for television this week. Tonight's post is from Casting Spells, a sexy short featuring witches and warlocks along with Lantern Jack.

Here's the mini-blurb:

The Lantern Jack is back to right another wrong. Celia Carmichael is overwhelmed by her new role as coven head and she's determined to learn all she can about the familiar who chose her, the cat named Haven. Nyx Nolan is on a mission to discover where the remains of his ancestor, the warden of warlocks is buried. The man disappeared over a century ago and left a signet ring and a photo for Nyx as the only clue to his whereabouts. Celia and Nyx discover their histories are entwined and they have the power to lay the animosity between the witches and the warlocks to rest.

And a preview snippet…

Another Samhain and another chance to put some wrongs to right. This year, Lantrien Jacquard, aka Lantern Jack, would further ease his curse by putting another notch in the solved column. He'd be one step closer to finding peace. And no longer being forced to live his days as a jack-o-lantern.
My love, my queen, I long to be with you again.
Over the past two Halloween seasons, he'd successfully ended a long-standing feud between the wizards and the sorcerers and managed to bring the werewolves and the keepers back together. This year, the stars had aligned to give Jack the opportunity to ease the discord between the witches and the warlocks. The Carmichael coven used to be strong and prolific, creating powerful witches who communed with the elements for the greater good of their chosen communities. The Nolan warden managed to become a sprawling empire, with warlocks taking prominent positions in industry and local politics.
Long ago, Jack sowed the seeds of discontent and broke up the ruling families. The Carmichael women once dominated the community with a coven that numbered in the hundreds. Jack winced. "Now you're down to a little over two dozen in Paradise Valley." They had other far-flung members, but their power receded as more moved away. "Your numbers have waned, but you're still fierce and productive, aren’t you, Celia?"
The Nolans had the opposite concern. The warden's membership stayed strong and centrally located in Bluff's Peak. But they were tetherless, without a true leader. Nyx Nolan had staked a claim as the defacto head of the Nolan warden. He kept the warlocks in check for the most part and his business acumen kept the pockets lined. But Nyx's patience wore thin and the pushback he got from the more vocal factions bordered on causing a rift that would set the warlocks on a destructive path to their downfall.
Jack cringed. "Also my doing. But I aim to fix that situation."
Jack only needed to do one thing. Bring Celia Carmichael and Nyx Nolan together around Samhain and put the proper clues in their hands. A signet ring and photo along with a familiar in the guise of a cat should get the ball rolling in the right direction.
The he could add another checkmark in the win column.

I'm excited to have another Lantern Jack book to work on. These are fun little stories and I enjoy weaving Jack's backstory into the tales.

That's it for this week.



Sunday, February 25, 2018

Sunday Snippet: A Capsized Buccaneer

The Olympics are almost over and we'll be back to regular television viewing again. I'm looking forward to my shows being back on the screen.

I thoroughly enjoyed Legends of Tomorrow 's take on Groundhog Day. The end definitely intrigued me. Looking forward to seeing how that plays out.

I finished up another episode of The Punisher and I'm really trying to figure out what's going on with Lewis. I'm not very familiar with the comics versions of Frank's story so I like not having any information to pull from.

Caught several more episodes of Chicago Fire and I'm getting close to the end of season four. Oddly enough, I wasn't all that upset to see Chili go. I did like the reach out to Severide even if that particular thread got rushed.

That's it for television this week. Tonight's post is from A Capsized Buccaneer, a novella that works in a super-hero angle with romance.

Here's the mini-blurb:

Kallen Bond, a star athlete certain to lead her team to a championship win, takes a much needed two day excursion aboard a Bertelli luxury yacht before the big game. The Bertelli's sabotage their ship to eliminate Kallen from the competition, but she's saved by Zeb, the family black sheep, and they end up stranded on a remote island with no way home.

And a preview snippet…

Zeb Bertelli stopped short when he arrived to find his family's yacht decorated with sports logos. "What the hell?" He blinked, thinking he might be hallucinating.
After the two-day bender he'd been on, he wouldn't discount the idea.
No such luck. The crew scurried around, setting up tables and stocking the bar. His stomach churned at the thought of alcohol. Or food. The standard aroma of hors d'oeurves wafted from the main deck.
Zeb wanted a bed and a quiet place to dry out before he faced his bastion of relatives again. And he wanted both on the yacht. He didn't care if one of his stupid siblings scheduled an event.
"Ha. Maybe I should tell them I want the Bertie Blue and they can have everything else."
No better way to simplify life than to hop a ship and sail the hell away.
Clutching his stomach with one hand, he started up the gangplank. He'd stumble belowdecks and crash in his stateroom. A "Do Not Disturb" sign should keep partygoers out.
Edging along the bulkhead, he made his way to the lowest portion of the ship. "Finally. Relief." Two more doors down and bliss would be his.
Entering his room, he fumbled for the door tag, one of his brother's better ideas, and hooked it on the knob. The sight of the freshly made bed almost brought tears to Zeb's eyes.
Ambling toward the welcome comfort, he sighed. "Bless you, Martina." His knees hit the edge of the mattress and he tumbled forward, sinking into the soft cushiony heaven.
He considered grabbing a shower but the gentle rocking of the yacht soothed his roiling stomach and pounding head. The sandalwood and eucalyptus scented sheets and fluffy duvet held him captive. Martina's soft touch again. She always had like Zeb best and went out of her way to keep his stateroom stocked and ready for his use.
His last thought before passing out centered on making sure the head housekeeper got a hefty raise in the near future.

Thoroughly enjoying putting the pieces together with this story. Zeb's shallowness is fun to get started with and watching him grow into his true nature is pretty cool.

That's it for this week.



Sunday, February 18, 2018

Sunday Snippet: A Calamity of Chaos

Slow week in television due to the Olympics, but that's okay. I enjoy being a casual viewer of the coverage and there have been some terrific events. Watching Virture | Mior during ice dancing is such a joy. They're unmatched by anyone else.

Legends of Tomorrow returned on Monday and while I'm kind of "meh" about the move to a new night, I did love the episode. Nice to see the group dealing with Firestorm being gone. Also kind of cool to see Mick step into something of a leadership role, even if he'd never own doing it. LOL

I had the chance to catch up on my period dramas. Murdoch Mysteries is having some fun with Julia's pregnancy and I kind of like how she's dealing with everything. Frankie Drake Mysteries keeps getting better. I love the varied types of cases Frankie and Trudy get involved in.

Also caught another five episodes of Chicago Fire. Season four is diving into things on a much deeper level and I like where the characters are right now. It's been fun watching Severide pull himself back up from his demotion. I even sort of enjoyed Patterson figuring out what really matters at fifty-one. Not sure I'm totally down with him becoming a battalion chief but, yeah, I can live with it. LOL

I didn't get the chance to watch more of The Punisher, but I'll be catching some episodes this weekend. Also still need to watch the latest Riverdale before the show returns after the Olympics.

That's it for television this week. Tonight's post is from A Calamity of Chaos, a Chaos novella with a steampunk flair.

Here's the mini-blurb:

Esme and Ashton embark on a trip to America, on the trail of their nemesis's partner. Calamity ensues when they stumble upon a dastardly plot to keep them from returning home.

And a preview snippet…

"I'm asking, plainly I might add, if you'd like to spend the night in my bed." Anissa removed her jacket and hung it by the door along with her hat. "Are you sure you write articles for a living?" Her lips curved in a sexy smirk.
Del blinked and shook his head. The woman certainly liked to push boundaries. But the idea of spending a night with her held great appeal.
But first he had to salvage his wounded pride and protect his cover story. "Yes, I'm certain. I fully grasp the English language." And several others.
Anissa started undoing the buttons of her chambray shirt. "Then what seems to be the problem?" She walked toward him, her hips swaying gently. "You're a prime specimen of manhood. I have no doubt you'll make an impressive lover." Tugging the shirttails from her trousers, she let the shirt flutter to the floor.
Which left her in her chemise and rugged denim pants. Her curves on prominent display, he struggled to form coherent thoughts.
She quirked a brow. "What seems to be the problem?" Leaning in, she trailed a finger down his shirtfront.
His body responded to her touch, his cock hard and aching. "I'm a little taken aback by your forwardness." Only Esme came close to being as brazen.
The women would no doubt get along famously.
She found his declaration vastly amusing, tossing her head with a laugh. "Look, I'm not Miss Prim and Proper. Would I be riding around on a horse, shooting targets if I were?" She lifted a shoulder. "I go where I want and do what I want. With whomever I want. If you can't handle that, take your leave." She glanced toward the door, indicating he could go. "I make no apologies for the way I live." Turning on her heel, she strode to the wardrobe and yanked the door open.
Del crossed the space between them in two strides. "I didn't ask for any. Your life is yours to live however you see fit." He grasped her arm, turning her to face him. "You caught me off-guard with the invitation. I only know one other woman who has the wherewithal to boldly state her intentions and follow through on them." His lips curved. "She quite enjoys thumbing her nose at societal norms. You two would get along quite well."
Anissa's shoulders tensed. "I wasn't aware you're already spoken for. Consider my earlier suggestion off the table." Her mouth twisted in distaste.
Del threw his head back and laughed. "I have no claim on Esme. That headache belongs to her partner Ashton Sylvester." He skimmed his palms up to her shoulders. "I'm currently unattached. And… if your offer still stands…" He lowered his head, his mouth hovering over hers. "I'd very much like to spend the night with you."

I truly need to sit down and finish writing this series. I love the characters and the settings and the sages are usually generous with the words once I dive back into the pages.

That's it for this week.



Sunday, February 11, 2018

Sunday Snippet: Broken Down and Maxed Out

Greetings! Ohio has crazy weather patterns rolling through the state again. I'm at the point with winter where I'd be happy if it made up its mind and either stayed cold or got warmer. The back forth is hell on my sinuses.

Great week in television. The Flash had a good episode and I'm interested to see where things go now. In all honesty, the slow reveal of evil plans is getting to the point of annoyance. Get on with it already.

Black Lightning, on the other hand, is staying on form. I like the world building of this show. Keep on keeping on.

Riverdale is going down another dark road and I like it. I have to watch this week's episode but I caught up on last week and Archie continues to fail in spectacular fashion. I love all the bad decisions he makes.

Arrow did not go where I thought it might and I'm happy about that. I'm thrilled with the left turn the plot made. It's always the quiet ones people need to watch out for.

I'm moving along on Chicago Fire and I've started season four. I'm slowly but surely getting caught up to the current season. I love having the crossover episodes on the DVDs and following the storyline all the way through. Nicely done.

I'm caught up for the most part on Murdoch Mysteries. I loved the cooking competition episode. One of my favorite things about Murdoch is taking a modern trend and making it a trope in the show's setting. And it's always fun to have the spy versus spy episodes.

Need to catch up on Frankie Drake Mysteries and I might have time later today. Legends of Tomorrow returns this week and I'm excited to see what's next for the legends.

That's it for television this week. Tonight's post is from Broken Down and Maxed Out, a novella that got a writing community prompt of writing a character who is maxed out and the other tries to talk them through the issue.

Here's the mini-blurb:

When Dallas Kirk and Rafe Quinoza, two top agents in the Ministry of Magic, are broken down and maxed out they turn to each other to regroup and recharge. But when they reach their saturation point at the same time, they struggle to keep their connection strong which is difficult when they blame themselves for a mission gone wrong.

And a preview snippet…

Dallas Kirk entered the sprawling warehouse. "Nothing like a little B and E to get the adrenaline flowing." She kept her tone low and relocked the door behind her, using magick to ward the building.
Nothing would get in or out without her knowledge.
She did a quick rundown of the intel she had on Marjam Calla. The ministry file listed him as a nuisance with the potential to cause disruption with terrorist activities. Marjam had a list of grievances he wanted to turn into causes, but the man's standoffish and abrasive personality didn't attract allies. Any like-minded thinkers usually couldn't stand being in the same room with him for any length of time.
Dallas crept through the cavernous space littered with carnival paraphernalia. Marjam's main source of income came during the warmer months when fairs, festivals, and fundraising events. According to Rafe Quinoza, her partner and life mate, Calla lived in a set of converted storage rooms along the north wall of the building. She trusted Rafe's information and followed the west wall along until she spied the boxlike series of three shipping containers lined up end to end. A few windows had been cut into the exterior walls and lamplight burned in the closest one.
She shouldn't have too much trouble bagging and tagging Marjam. Movement from the east side of the warehouse caught her attention. A large, burly man emerged from the shadows and raised his hands, drawing power from her wards.
Shit. Definitely not Calla. The man barely cleared average height and this guy stood at least six-four. And he had mercenary for hire written all over him.
The door to Marjam's living space opened and he stepped out into the dim light of the main floor. He flung his arms out, tapping into the magical energy surrounding the building. Her work, her protective barrier, would be turned against her in a matter of moments.
A kick of anger hit Dallas, followed by a moment of fear. Resolution kicked in.
No backup. Her wards blocking communication. Trapped and screwed.
Dallas crouched low and braced for the blast of magick. "Fuck me." When she got out, target in tow, someone had some serious explaining to do.
The Ministry of Magickal Defense had a security breach… or Rafe missed a few key details.
Son of a bitch.

I love where this one is going. Here's hoping the sages continue giving me good stuff.

That's it for this week.



Sunday, February 4, 2018

Sunday Snippet: Broken Arrow

Hello, February! We've got snow and slushy ick outside today. Perfect weather for the big game I won't be watching. LOL

So… The Flash definitely got Barry out his regular cell, which is terrific. Sadly, he ended up in a much worse predicament. Nice that he got to do a good deed before landing there.

Black Lightning continues to make me happy. I need a few hours to binge watch all the eps together so I can truly immerse into the universe. Looking forward to that.

I'm behind an episode of Riverdale. Need to catch up this week before the new episode.

Arrow… wow. I have so much love for this show. The dueling teams sadden me but I like where everyone is for the moment. I have a truly bad vibe that I won't share just yet but it's going to make me really angry if I'm right. Not mad in a bad way so maybe disappointed is a better word. Stay tuned. LOL

Got through another four episodes of Chicago Fire and I'm so glad the almost lethally lame fill-in chief is gone. Nice to see Welsh do something terrific for once.

I'm almost through season one of The Punisher. Gotta say this show pisses me off to no end but for all the right reasons. I'm kind of interested and waiting to see where they take the Lewis storyline. Right now it's not meshing well with the other parts. We'll see how it goes.

Also need to catch up on my period dramas. Hopefully, I'll have something for next week.

That's it for television this week. Tonight's post is from Broken Arrow, a novella that examines how fitting in isn't always the right path and what happens when it's not.

Here's the mini-blurb:

Cailin Berg is a broken arrow, a mage suffering from a crippling experience who can no longer use their skills, and she wants to find a way back to her practice. Phelps Morlach can't give her any answers, but he will offer whatever assistance he can provide… especially since he holds some of the responsibility for Cailin's predicament.

And a preview snippet…

Phelps Morlach entered the quiet alcove and settled across from Cailin Berg, his student, lover, and best friend. His news grave, he considered how to break the information without sending her into a magical tailspin.
Reaching out, he grasped her hands. "Cailin, I've come from the proctor." His thumbs traced wide circles on her skin.
Cailin smiled. "And I'm going to my final examination? When? This week?" She nearly bounced with anticipation.
Phelps shook his head. "No, not this week, or even this month." His gaze met hers. "You need more time, Cailin." He braced for her reaction.
She jerked her hands from his. "You told him, didn't you? About the nightmare I had." Rising from the chaise, she stalked back and forth. "I can't believe you, Phelps. It was one damned dream; nothing says it has to be a prophetic one." She whirled and faced him. "You don't believe in me or my powers. You're so blessed obsessed with having and keeping me, you'll do anything to hold me back." She sneered. "No more, Phelps. I won't wait any longer. I'm leaving tonight." She crossed the floor, her boots scraping along the stone surface. "We're through."
The door, which the society never closed, slammed shut behind her.
Phelps closed his eyes. He sucked. Truly, completely, utterly. How could he possibly explain he didn't lack faith in her? He believed Cailin would do spectacular things one day.
But… the darkness she carried inside her gave him pause. He didn't have the skills to help her get past the nightmare—a prophetic one whether she believed or not—or the ability to show her how to control the dark streak of power. The proctor's edict gave Phelps time to study, learn, and put forth his best effort to keep Cailin from unleashing the raw, tainted magic before she got a handle on the havoc she could create.
The time didn't matter now. His fear for her drove her away.
He'd failed Cailin and lost her in the process.

I'm happy with how this story is unfolding. Cailin has some deep soul-searching to do and it's fun to write how she finally gets the job done.

That's it for this week.